Getting Hit By A Car: The Day After

I’m sore. I’m tired. Everything hurts. But I’m alive.

I have a story to tell, many in fact. I’ll be talking about this incident for a long time.

To be honest, I need some time to work through things. I can’t ask you to stick around, but I’d appreciate it if you do.

So much of my life has changed, yet I want the core of who I am to stay the same.

I suspect I’ll be a broken record on repeat for a long time. Then again, I was a broken record before. I’m even more broken after.

Before and after. That’s how I think about my life now. Before the accident. After the accident.

I’m trying to take life one day at a time. I can’t bring myself to think too far ahead. I have a long road ahead of me. Hopefully.

The physical pain will heal faster than the mental and emotional. I’m not sure all the pain will ever truly go away. Still, it’ll fade with time.

I like to think I can get back on track again soon. If I miss a day of blogging, bear with me. If my posts become boring, read something else. Life’s too short.

Personally, I write to make sense of what I’m thinking or how I’m feeling. So I hope to look back one day and know I made it out okay.

As always, I can’t thank you all enough.

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Who Says? | A Poem

Who says you need

A superhero to save the day

A knight to sweep you off your feet

A prince to make you a princess

A shoulder to cry on

A hand to hold close

A heart to love yours

A song to call ours

A dance to remember

A house to call home

A dream to share

A life to grow old

Who says you need?

You have what it takes

To make yourself happy

I Was Hit By A Car

I had the right of way while walking across the street. A car hit me on my right side, and I fell down on my left.

After spending about half an hour on the ground and about 30 minutes in an ambulance, I spent another 4 hours at the hospital.

Waiting so long gave me a lot of time to think. I even wondered whether I’d tell anyone about what happened.

I know I’ll remember this day for the rest of my life.

Everyone told me I’m okay. But I don’t feel okay. I don’t feel fine on the inside. My body hurts so much.

Still, I realize I’m lucky to be alive. I’m lucky to walk out of this with my life.

Wrong place, wrong time. Accidents happen.

I don’t want to be angry or bitter. I don’t want to cry any more than I already have. I do want to move on.

That being said, I feel scared. I’m terrified I won’t be the same. I have no idea how much this incident will affect me from now until the day I die.

I wish I could brush it all under the rug. Too bad I can’t.

February 6th, 2018 was the worst day of my life.

My Worst Enemy | A Poem

I used to lie awake at night

Wonder why I couldn’t sleep

I was my worst enemy

Hurt myself more

Than anyone else

Just wanted to belong

Struggled in silence

Grew strong enough

To stand tall

And finally believe

I can still recall

But those days are gone

How To Write Every Day

Because I know all about writing every day…

Invest in expensive stationery. So you’re excited to use new pens. Then again, maybe it’s better to invest in nice but not too nice writing utensils. That way you won’t go broke replacing them. At the very least, write with something that isn’t frustrating to use.

Invest in locks. You can lock all the doors and windows. Anything to stop family members from barging in and invading your personal space. Just lock yourself away. Don’t be accessible to anybody until you emerge from you den.

Invest in noise cancelling headphones. For all those times you can’t control your environment. Perfect if you work at a coffee shop or write on the train but still prefer some silence. Listening to a baby’s cries piercing your eardrums is not conducive to productivity.

Invest in mugs. There’s nothing more annoying than having to get up and refill when you’re in the middle of a scene.

Invest in drinks. Choose whatever you prefer. Water. Coffee. Tears. Avoid beverages you despise to make your writing experience more enjoyable.

Invest in snacks. Snacking and writing go hand in hand. Besides, working while hungry isn’t a good idea in theory or in practice.

Invest in PJs. Are you going to do most of your writing in a suit or skirt? At the minimum, comfortable clothes are a must.

Invest in a bed. Ideally, buy a big one that practically calls your name at night.

Invest in books. When you’re not writing, you’re reading. Stories inspire stories.

Invest in yourself. You could take a class in writing or attend a conference on editing. Be the best writer you can be.

Invest in your future. Take care of yourself today so you can do better tomorrow. Eat. Exercise. Sleep. Live like a normal human being. You’re not some superhuman who can skip out on basic survival needs.

Writing every day is easy, said no one ever.

Own Landing | A Poem

Typical

Just average

Not special

But it’s possible

To be a shooting star

Fly across the sky

When it’s dark at night

Soar above the clouds

Land on the moon

Call my own landing

On rooftop buildings

See the city

From high ground

Because every storm ends

The sun comes out again

Am I Happy With My University Grades?

I’m not sure what overcame me a while ago, but I decided to check all of my grades at once. I needed to rip off the band-aid. It wasn’t satisfying.

They aren’t bad. They aren’t amazing.

I feel like I have room for improvement though, and I intend to improve. Easier said than done however.

To be quite honest, I’m happy. I maintained good habits. I looked after my physical, mental, and emotional health. I also lived my life, did the things I loved.

I’d even go so far as to say all things considered, this past semester is my favourite one thus far.

I worked hard and smart.

Even though my grades aren’t as good as they have been in the past, it’s not the end of the world. There are more important things to me than my GPA.

I’m a month into 2018, and a part of me already misses last year.

I still can’t believe it’s over. I had a fun ride. I’ve learned a lot.

I’m glad I can look back on 2017 with a smile on my face. There’s a ton to be grateful for.

Now that I’ve had some time to digest my grades, I realize I’m fine with them. Obviously, I wish they were higher, but I can live with my GPA. At least, I can’t complain.

I’m ready to see how the rest of 2018 pans out.

May this year bring joy and cheer. May you learn and laugh, live and love. May you be happy and healthy.

On My Own | A Poem

A chance

One shot

That’s all

I want

Won’t screw up

Worked years

To get here

Will do

What needs

To be done

So much better

On my own

Rather than

Relying on anyone

You Know You Are A Blogger When

You think about your blog all the time. Even more so if you’re a daily blogger. You love blogging too much to do it once in a blue moon. Besides, life would be boring if you did.

You read articles and books and posts about blogging. Learning by osmosis is a strategy you’ve all but perfected by now.

You can work anywhere, anytime. Even at the dentist’s office right before getting your wisdom teeth removed.

You spend so much time on small details. Like choosing the right font or picking the perfect word.

You have some of your best ideas at the worst times. While you’re driving. When you’re in the shower. So you make a mental note to remember. Inevitably, one too many escape from your memory.

You procrastinate hitting the publish button. Until you realize you’ve been procrastinating for far too long.

You feel a sense of accomplishment whenever you publish a post. Afterwards, you reward yourself by repeating the procrastination cycle.

You don’t know how to talk about your blog to people in real life. What’s your blog called? You stumble and stutter. What’s your blog about? You try to change the subject.

You love your blog. And everything about it. You also love your readers. They won’t judge you, which is all you could ever ask for.

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Before You | A Poem

How much

have you

given up

don’t you know

there’s still more

to be done

just started

be tired

at the end

not the beginning

build on

hard work

make sacrifices

get up

start doing

after all

millions have

before you.